Squabble Up Kendrick Lamar lyrics
Original Lyrics
English
[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
God knows
I am reincarnated
I was stargazin'
Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie Deb]
Woke up lookin' for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet
When I hear music, it makes me dance
You got the music, now is your chance
A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state
Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed 'til he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyratin'
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but shе don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safе
Mando, let me know what the play
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
What the fuck?
I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe
Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up
Fallin' from a money tree and it grow throughout the months
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch)
I'm finna go dumb (Finna go dumb)
Sideways (Sideways)
Bunk skunk (Bunk skunk)
Fever (Fever)
I'm on one (I'm on one)
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it
It was wolf tickets on sale 'til I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the Smirnoff
Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw
Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?
Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?
"Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?" I'm like, "Nigga, nah"
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
God knows
I am reincarnated
I was stargazin'
Life goes on, I need all my babies (Gyah, gyah)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie Deb]
Woke up lookin' for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet
When I hear music, it makes me dance
You got the music, now is your chance
A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state
Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed 'til he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyratin'
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but shе don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safе
Mando, let me know what the play
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
What the fuck?
I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe
Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up
Fallin' from a money tree and it grow throughout the months
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Bye, bitch (Bye, bitch)
I'm finna go dumb (Finna go dumb)
Sideways (Sideways)
Bunk skunk (Bunk skunk)
Fever (Fever)
I'm on one (I'm on one)
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it
It was wolf tickets on sale 'til I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds with the Smirnoff
Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw
Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?
Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?
"Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?" I'm like, "Nigga, nah"
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (Ah)
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up (Mm, mm)
Squabble up (Mm, mm), squabble up
Translation
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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Dios sabe
Que estoy reencarnado
Estaba mirando las estrellas
La vida sigue, necesito a todos mis bebés (Gyah, gyah)
[Verso 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie Deb]
Desperté buscando el brócoli
En serio, siempre llevo un cuerno, ese Kamasi
IP, propiedad, el plano es mío
Sr. Apártate, me bajo y limpio pies
Cuando escucho música, me dan ganas de bailar
Tienes la música, ahora es tu oportunidad
Un tipo no podría enfrentarme en el tri-estado
Pásale, apuesto a que lo mojo hasta que se hidrate
Salgo, sé que está asustado, pupilas dilatadas
Tengo el dinero y el poder, ambos girando
[Coro: Kendrick Lamar]
Me siento bien, quítate de mi vista
Se ve bien, pero no tiene gusto
Entro, salgo con la caja fuerte
Mando, dime cuál es el plan
[Verso 2: Kendrick Lamar]
¿Qué carajo?
Tengo éxitos, tengo billetes, tengo nuevos cortes de papel
Tengo amigos, tengo enemigos, pero todos son blancos fáciles
Llego a su territorio y actúo, regreso como un deluxe
Cincuenta deep, pero no es suficiente
Que se joda un acuerdo, ahí va, golpéalo
Caigo de un árbol de dinero y crece mes a mes
Escupo a la cámara, me voy rápido, sí, somos nosotros
[Puente: Kendrick Lamar]
Espera (Espera)
¿De dónde eres? (¿De dónde eres?)
Adiós, perra (Adiós, perra)
Estoy a punto de volverme loco (A punto de volverme loco)
De lado (De lado)
Mierda falsa (Mierda falsa)
Fiebre (Fiebre)
Estoy en uno (Estoy en uno)
[Verso 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bebé moviéndolo
Quid pro quo, ¿qué quieres? Porque lo estoy viendo
Trabajo en el piso, avísame si lo notas
Mi hermano no irá, pero sé que lo está haciendo
Eran mentiras a la venta hasta que las silencié
Cállate, joven, esto es otra política
Perra con él y algo de perra en él, eso es mucha perra
No lo golpees, tiene hijos con él, mis disculpas
Niño del ghetto, eran Blacky Milds con Smirnoff
Yeehaw, estamos afuera, el amigo está a punto de acabar con él
Disparos tras disparos, es un hecho, esto es pura realidad
Dime por qué carajo rapean si es ficción
Dime por qué carajo son informantes si son criminales
"Oye, Dot, ¿me das un verso?" Yo como, "Negro, no"
Ace boon coon del Westside a Senegal
Es luna llena, suelten a los lobos, siempre he sido un perro (Ah)
[Coro: Kendrick Lamar]
Me siento bien, quítate de mi vista
Se ve bien, pero no tiene gusto
Entro, salgo con la caja fuerte
Mando, dime cuál es el plan
Dios sabe
Que estoy reencarnado
Estaba mirando las estrellas
La vida sigue, necesito a todos mis bebés (Gyah, gyah)
[Verso 1: Kendrick Lamar & Debbie Deb]
Desperté buscando el brócoli
En serio, siempre llevo un cuerno, ese Kamasi
IP, propiedad, el plano es mío
Sr. Apártate, me bajo y limpio pies
Cuando escucho música, me dan ganas de bailar
Tienes la música, ahora es tu oportunidad
Un tipo no podría enfrentarme en el tri-estado
Pásale, apuesto a que lo mojo hasta que se hidrate
Salgo, sé que está asustado, pupilas dilatadas
Tengo el dinero y el poder, ambos girando
[Coro: Kendrick Lamar]
Me siento bien, quítate de mi vista
Se ve bien, pero no tiene gusto
Entro, salgo con la caja fuerte
Mando, dime cuál es el plan
[Verso 2: Kendrick Lamar]
¿Qué carajo?
Tengo éxitos, tengo billetes, tengo nuevos cortes de papel
Tengo amigos, tengo enemigos, pero todos son blancos fáciles
Llego a su territorio y actúo, regreso como un deluxe
Cincuenta deep, pero no es suficiente
Que se joda un acuerdo, ahí va, golpéalo
Caigo de un árbol de dinero y crece mes a mes
Escupo a la cámara, me voy rápido, sí, somos nosotros
[Puente: Kendrick Lamar]
Espera (Espera)
¿De dónde eres? (¿De dónde eres?)
Adiós, perra (Adiós, perra)
Estoy a punto de volverme loco (A punto de volverme loco)
De lado (De lado)
Mierda falsa (Mierda falsa)
Fiebre (Fiebre)
Estoy en uno (Estoy en uno)
[Verso 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bebé moviéndolo
Quid pro quo, ¿qué quieres? Porque lo estoy viendo
Trabajo en el piso, avísame si lo notas
Mi hermano no irá, pero sé que lo está haciendo
Eran mentiras a la venta hasta que las silencié
Cállate, joven, esto es otra política
Perra con él y algo de perra en él, eso es mucha perra
No lo golpees, tiene hijos con él, mis disculpas
Niño del ghetto, eran Blacky Milds con Smirnoff
Yeehaw, estamos afuera, el amigo está a punto de acabar con él
Disparos tras disparos, es un hecho, esto es pura realidad
Dime por qué carajo rapean si es ficción
Dime por qué carajo son informantes si son criminales
"Oye, Dot, ¿me das un verso?" Yo como, "Negro, no"
Ace boon coon del Westside a Senegal
Es luna llena, suelten a los lobos, siempre he sido un perro (Ah)
[Coro: Kendrick Lamar]
Me siento bien, quítate de mi vista
Se ve bien, pero no tiene gusto
Entro, salgo con la caja fuerte
Mando, dime cuál es el plan
Meaning & Explanation
Kendrick Lamar's 'Squabble Up' is a complex tapestry of street wisdom, cultural commentary, and personal triumph. The song operates on multiple levels - as a boastful anthem of success, a warning to adversaries, and a meditation on authenticity in hip-hop culture. Lamar opens with spiritual imagery ('God knows I am reincarnated') suggesting his artistic evolution and rebirth, immediately contrasting it with street realities ('I was stargazin' / Life goes on, I need all my babies'). This duality sets the tone for the entire track.
The lyrics weave between aggressive bravado ('get the fuck out my face') and subtle social commentary ('tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional'). Kendrick employs clever wordplay throughout - 'Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet' plays on both sexual and violent connotations, while 'fallin' from a money tree' critiques materialism in rap. The recurring 'squabble up' hook serves as both a battle cry and commentary on hip-hop's competitive nature.
Cultural references abound, from Kamasi Washington (jazz saxophonist) to Blacky Milds cigarettes, grounding the song in specific Black American experiences. The third verse contains particularly dense social critique, questioning fake gangster personas ('why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal') while acknowledging his own violent capabilities ('blaps on blaps, it's a fact').
Musically, the track's aggressive delivery and minimalist beat enhance the confrontational tone. Kendrick's flow switches between laid-back staccato and rapid-fire delivery, mirroring the song's thematic shifts between confidence and aggression. The Spanish translation maintains these emotional nuances while adapting street slang for cultural relevance.
What makes 'Squabble Up' resonate is its authenticity - Kendrick balances raw street energy with intellectual depth, creating a song that works as both a club banger and lyrical analysis material. It's this duality that has cemented Lamar's reputation as one of rap's most compelling voices.
The lyrics weave between aggressive bravado ('get the fuck out my face') and subtle social commentary ('tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional'). Kendrick employs clever wordplay throughout - 'Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet' plays on both sexual and violent connotations, while 'fallin' from a money tree' critiques materialism in rap. The recurring 'squabble up' hook serves as both a battle cry and commentary on hip-hop's competitive nature.
Cultural references abound, from Kamasi Washington (jazz saxophonist) to Blacky Milds cigarettes, grounding the song in specific Black American experiences. The third verse contains particularly dense social critique, questioning fake gangster personas ('why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal') while acknowledging his own violent capabilities ('blaps on blaps, it's a fact').
Musically, the track's aggressive delivery and minimalist beat enhance the confrontational tone. Kendrick's flow switches between laid-back staccato and rapid-fire delivery, mirroring the song's thematic shifts between confidence and aggression. The Spanish translation maintains these emotional nuances while adapting street slang for cultural relevance.
What makes 'Squabble Up' resonate is its authenticity - Kendrick balances raw street energy with intellectual depth, creating a song that works as both a club banger and lyrical analysis material. It's this duality that has cemented Lamar's reputation as one of rap's most compelling voices.
